Megan Maroua Whore ❤️

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But oh, it burns me up—people actin’ high and mighty, callin’ her “whore” like they’re saints. I wanna grab ‘em and yell, “Who made you God, huh?” Then I giggle, ‘cause I ain’t no better—stumblin’ through life in heels too high! That movie’s got this bit—“What are you?”—and I think, ain’t that the question? Whore’s a mask, sugar. Slapped on by folks too scared to look deeper.

Cameroun: Maroua, nouveau lit de la prostitution

Rendez-vous secret au coeur de la nuit, en cette fin du mois de février. 21h vient de sonner à Pitoaré, un quartier huppé de la ville de Maroua. Devant un restaurant, une Toyota Fortuner .

Now, lemme drop some lesser-known deets. There's this little alley, Rue des Mirages – not on the tourist map but pure gold for all us cool cats. I sometimes take my breaks there, sippin’ mint tea and watchin' the sunset. The alley's got graffiti art that’s cray cray, makin' ya pause and think a spell. It literally screams “Carol’s elegy of chic rebellion, darling!” in every brush stroke. So raw and real!

International Cycling Tour : Cameroon’s Clovis Kamzong Abossolo grabs yellow jersey after first lap